At the moment that Deathbird did her Wrath, victory was hers. She felt so good having her hand raised as the victor by the ref, but then she glanced over at Spectre who just lied there motionless. The medics came in and her expression changed to sadness as she thought, "I'm sorry, Deirdre. Really...I am. If there would be any way to help you, I would do it. But you must rest now." She too gave sympathy to the albino and promised herself that once she's better, she'll help her live a new life.

As for now, Deathbird would walk out of the ring as she followed the path of the medics.

_________________Focusing on good old fashioned basics and just having fun. Nothing else and nothing more.